Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Chapter 89 Scene Reenactment

Jiang Fan followed Xu Qingya into the bedroom.

The lights weren't all on; only the small nightlight on the bedside table was lit, its warm yellow glow casting a somewhat ambiguous glow over the entire room.

Xu Qingya didn't go to bed, but walked to the door of the dressing room and glanced back at him.

"Sit on the bed and don't move."

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow and obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

The door to the walk-in closet was closed.

There were rustling sounds coming from inside: the sound of zippers, the rustling of fabric, and the "tap-tap" of high heels on the floor.

Jiang Fan waited for about three minutes.

The door to the walk-in closet reopened.

Xu Qingya stood in the doorway.

Purple bodycon skirt.

black silk.

Black high heels with red soles.

The stockings extended from below the hem of the skirt, enveloping two straight and slender legs all the way to the toes of the twelve-centimeter red-soled high heels.

Jiang Fan's gaze swept from bottom to top.

He had seen this dress before.

That late night, she was wearing this purple bodycon skirt when she walked unsteadily into the security room.

"You still kept it?"

Xu Qingya leaned against the door frame, one hand behind her back.

"I threw it away and then bought the same one."

Jiang Fan stared at her for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Xu Qingya took her hands out from behind her back.

He was carrying a faded security guard uniform in his hand.

Jiang Fan: "..."

"Where did it come from?"

"Didn't you hand the uniform to Zhao Guoqiang when you left that day?" Xu Qingya threw the uniform at him. "I asked Sister Lan to get it from the security department."

Jiang Fan unfolded the uniform and looked at it.

It was indeed the one he had worn. The collar still had the tear that Xu Qingya had ripped back then, which had been sewn up with needle and thread, but the mark was still there.

"Put them on."

Jiang Fan took off his T-shirt and put on the security guard uniform.

He had only buttoned halfway up the shirt when he realized it was much tighter than he remembered.

Xu Qingya's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, then she licked her lips.

Then she walked over step by step in her high heels.

Click, click, click.

The rhythm was exactly the same as that night.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down, placed her hands on either side of Jiang Fan, and brought her nose close to his neck.

"Security guard."

Her voice was very low, her breath brushing against his ear.

You smell so good.

Jiang Fan's blood began to rush to his head.

No—it really is surging upwards.

A warm stream emerged from my nasal cavity and flowed down my philtrum.

Jiang Fan reached out and touched it; his fingertips were all red.

nosebleed?

Xu Qingya was stunned.

Jiang Fan was also stunned.

The two people stared at each other for two seconds.

"...It's that medicinal wine." Jiang Fan pinched his nose, his voice muffled.

Xu Qingya was initially bewildered, then she realized what was happening—

He laughed so hard he leaned back.

"Hahahaha—Jiang Fan, you're no good? You get a nosebleed just from looking at me?"

"It's the problem with your medicinal wine."

"You're still being stubborn even though your nose is bleeding?"

Xu Qingya laughed even harder, stomping her high heels on the floor twice, and only managed to stay upright by bracing herself against his shoulders.

Jiang Fan wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and then grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to plug his nose.

"Alright, stop laughing."

Xu Qingya finally managed to stop laughing, but tears of laughter still clung to the corners of her eyes.

She looked down at Jiang Fan with his nose stuffed in his mouth and burst out laughing again.

"Are you never going to stop—"

Jiang Fan grabbed Xu Qingya's waist and pulled her forcefully.

Xu Qingya cried out in surprise and fell into his arms, kneeling on either side of the bed and straddling his lap.

The slit of the purple bodycon skirt was stretched to its limit by this movement.

"That night," Jiang Fan's hand slid down her waist, gripping her thigh encased in black stockings, "who tore my clothes first?"

Xu Qingya looked down at him.

"...It's me."

"Then it's your turn to make the first move today."

Xu Qingya bit her lip.

She reached out and grabbed Jiang Fan's security guard uniform collar.

Pull hard.

The stitched tear opened up again, even larger than the first one.

"Sizzle—"

It was almost exactly the same sound as the one in the security room earlier.

Jiang Fan looked down at his clothes, then looked up at her.

His fingers hooked the edge of the slit in the skirt.

Xu Qingya's breathing became rapid.

"You dare—this dress costs 28,000—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"hiss--"

The purple fabric ripped open from the slit, ruining the skirt completely.

Xu Qingya's eyes widened: "Jiang Fan!"

Jiang Fan didn't give her a chance to get angry; he rolled over and pinned her to the mattress.

The spring made a dull thud.

Xu Qingya's high heels were on the bed sheet, the red soles pointing towards the ceiling.

She ran her fingers through Jiang Fan's hair and pulled him down.

"Twenty-eight thousand...you owe me..."

"Okay, I'll make you ten more later."

"You—uh."

The rest of his words were cut off.

One of the high heels was knocked off at some point and fell onto the carpet with a "thud".

The black stockings didn't last until the second round.

Starting from the groin, a long gash meandered down.

Xu Qingya lay face down on the pillow, her voice already hoarse.

"You...be gentle..."

Jiang Fan placed his palm on her lower back, his thumb rubbing the hollow of her spine.

"Who just said I couldn't do it?"

Xu Qingya buried her face in the pillow, letting out muffled groans intermittently.

"I didn't... Ah—I was wrong..."

The other high heel flew off at some point and slammed against the wardrobe door with a "thud".

The purple bodycon skirt had become nothing more than a piece of fabric, wrinkled and hanging at the waist, leaving nothing uncovered where it should have been.

The security guards' uniforms weren't in much better shape either, with a tear in the collar that ran from their necks all the way to their chests.

The two of them stayed up until midnight.

Xu Qingya lay limp on the bed, her lips swollen from being bitten, and her collarbone and shoulder covered in bright red.

Her hair was completely disheveled, with black strands clinging to her sweaty neck.

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, his arm supporting her head.

It was quiet for a while.

Xu Qingya turned over and pressed her face against his chest.

"...Two dresses, fifty-six thousand."

"Um."

"Two pairs of black stockings together would cost four thousand eight."

"Um."

Xu Qingya snorted and drew circles on his chest with her finger.

"That security guard uniform is ruined too. Should we have Sister Lan go to the security department and get another one?"

Jiang Fan thought about Zhao Guoqiang's expression and smiled.

"By the way, I had that security chief fired."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment.

"Zhao Guoqiang?"

"Hmm." Xu Qingya said casually, "It happened last week. He abused his power for personal gain and withheld employees' overtime pay. He should have been dealt with when you left. Letting it drag on until now is too lenient on him."

"You don't need to stand up for me."

"Who stood up for you?" Xu Qingya poked his chest with her finger. "A security manager bullying his subordinates, if I don't care, who will?"

He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"It's none of your business."

Jiang Fan looked down at her.

The lighting was dim, and you could only see half of her face pressed against her chest, her long eyelashes blinking.

"Fine, it has nothing to do with me."

Xu Qingya hummed in satisfaction, pulled the blanket up a little, and snuggled into his arms.

"Is three days enough for your song?"

"enough."

"real?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"